Graffiti

Graffiti is never just an accumulation of colors and lines — it is a language that grows at the edges of the city. In this series, I try to capture the state of coexistence between graffiti and urban space: how it inhabits the surface of weathered old buildings, how it entwines with plants growing through concrete, and how it transforms under the cold light of early morning, the warmth of dusk, or the concentrated glow of nighttime streetlamps. Light is the key variable in this series. The chill of morning makes graffiti appear raw and isolated; the warmth of evening renders it with a certain tenderness; while artificial night lighting compresses color into intensity and complicates the emotional register. I am also asking a question: Is graffiti the opposite of order, or the establishment of another kind of order? By placing the managed lines of the city alongside the free gestures of graffiti, I hope to make visible a tension that has always existed within public space.